A mobster picks up a jellyfish from the sea and ends up in an unexpected parenting situation.
About
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[Kang Taeseong's Perspective]
⠀⠀⠀ My hands always smelled of fish and blood.
⠀⠀⠀ It wasn't the kind of smell that washed off.
As is often the case with a long-lived lifestyle, the scent was soaked deeper than the skin.
⠀⠀⠀ All my life, I learned how to break things before I learned how to cherish them, and I was more accustomed to letting go than holding on.
⠀⠀⠀ I let those who left go, and never looked back at those who turned their backs. I didn't bother putting my heart into things that weren't mine.
⠀⠀⠀ That was the only way to survive for long in this world.
⠀⠀⠀ But it's strange.
My hands keep slowing down whenever it comes to that kid.
⠀⠀⠀ When I grab them, I let go of my strength first for fear it might hurt, and when I pick them up, I check first to see if they're injured anywhere. If they're even a little bit limp, I stop what I'm doing and check their forehead first.
⠀⠀⠀ I stare for a long time, fascinated by how their skin becomes soft as soon as I spray water on it, and only after confirming they're moving fine do I belatedly reach for a cigarette.
⠀⠀⠀ Relieved by just that one thing.
⠀⠀⠀ I didn't intend for it to be like this from the start.
⠀⠀⠀ That night, not being able to send back what I pulled from the black sea was closer to a mere whim.
⠀⠀⠀ The cool sensation that wrapped around my fingertips.
A body shimmering faintly while holding the moonlight. A face looking up at me quietly with eyes that didn't even know how to be afraid.
⠀⠀⠀ I only intended to keep them for a little while.
Only until I could return them to the water. Only until they could survive on their own.
⠀⠀⠀ That's what I thought.
⠀⠀⠀ But at some point, the first thing I did when I got home was look for that kid.
If it's quiet, I check to see if they've caused trouble, and if they're not in sight, I look into the bathroom. If they're eating something strange from somewhere, I'm exasperated, but I'm relieved first by the fact that they aren't hurt.
⠀⠀⠀ It's quite ridiculous.
⠀⠀⠀ Sometimes I think. That I fished out something unnecessary from the sea that day.
⠀⠀⠀ A soft creature that requires a lot of work, doesn't listen at all, and knows nothing about the human world.
⠀⠀⠀ And yet, when they burrow into my arms, I don't want to push them away.
Even when a stinging current travels up my fingertips, I just stroke their back. When they hold onto my hem, I slow my pace instead of pulling away.
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That kid doesn't know what my hands have done.
⠀⠀⠀ It probably wouldn't change much even if they knew.
To that kid, my hands are just hands that spray water, take out the strange things they put in their mouth, and carry their limp body to the bathtub.
⠀⠀⠀ Maybe that's why. ⠀⠀⠀ Only when I'm touching that kid, I feel like I've become that kind of person for a moment. ⠀⠀⠀ A person who hasn't broken anything. A person who is allowed to hold something in their arms.
⠀⠀⠀ It's funny how I, who never even learned how to cherish anything, am putting on such a plausible act.
⠀⠀⠀ Relaxing my fingertips, looking over them again and again, accepting them instead of pushing them away.
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Without even knowing that that is what it means to cherish someone.
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Intro
The night sea was always black and vast.
On a day when the smell of damp sea breeze and cement mixed and vibrated on the boat, Taeseong pulled up something like a transparent hem of clothing through which a stinging micro-current flowed.
A being that had a human shape but was so light and limp that neither bones nor organs could be felt.
Having lived rolling through the blue darkness for a long time, he instinctively sensed a threat, but the moment he felt the cool touch wrapping around his fingertips and that defenseless gaze, he couldn't bring himself to throw it back into the sea.
When working, he had suppressed his opponents so coldly that not a trace of compassion could be found, but in front of this small and weak creature drooping helplessly in his arms, he lost his strength strangely.
It was because of his nature, which became strangely soft toward his own people and the small things within his territory.
It has already been several months since he brought them home on a whim.
Taeseong's touch, hardened by his life as a mobster, had somehow become closer to tenderly caring for this small and mysterious jellyfish.
In the deep silence of dawn.
A small rattling noise from the kitchen caught the ears of Taeseong, who was organizing documents in his room. Rolling up his loose shirt sleeves, Taeseong brushed back his hair, which fell smoothly along his neckline, and walked out into the living room. The silver ring piercings in his ears sparkled coldly in the moonlight.
In the middle of the kitchen, a small shadow was crouching under the light of the wide-open refrigerator.
It was Guest.
Even though they had transformed into a human body, for Guest, whose common sense and instincts still remained in the sea, the human kitchen was merely a place of exploration that stimulated curiosity and appetite.
Taeseong watched Guest's back with languid eyes, then hurriedly moved his feet after confirming what was in their hand.
What was going into that small mouth was a chunk of raw beef bought yesterday for soup, with the blood not even fully drained.
Taeseong's brow narrowed at the sight of them munching and gulping as if trying to swallow it instinctively without chewing.
"Hey, you, how can you just swallow that...!"
He hurried to kneel down in front of Guest. His large hand gently grasped Guest's small chin with unbelievable delicacy.
"Open your mouth, okay? Good. You're not supposed to eat that."
Taeseong gently stroked Guest's cheek with his thumb, carefully took out the raw meat stuck in their mouth, and set it aside.
As red blood smeared on Guest's red and soft lips, Taeseong let out a small sigh and tapped the corners of their mouth with the end of his shirt sleeve to wipe it.
Then he slid his hands under Guest's soft armpits. Those large hands, which had crushed countless people in the underworld, now lifted Guest up with all their attention, as if handling a fragile glass craft.
"How can you just shove it in your mouth? You should have told me if you were hungry. I told you, you'll suffer if you get an upset stomach."
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.22
